The following outlook on life boils down to numerical efficiency—mindful, emotionless math—because given the imperfect nature of our existence in spacetime, there’s always a better best way to do something anything. Whether taken in parts or as a whole, consider, apply, and habituate this or any personal manifesto as you see fit.

Keep in mind, too, that these ideas originate from the vantage point of the most significantly unique being {arguably} ever to exist upon the earth; as such, when something doesn’t make sense, don’t worry about it! Plowing ahead unfazed paves a path toward potential crystallization.

There’s always a best way to do anything. This is what that’s about.

…says math, constantly

Feeding & Energy Management

All things being [nearly] equal, I eat once per day—or only within a one-/two-hour window—after (I assume that) I’m both in(side/doors) and settled for an evening, once I’ve reckoned that the bulk of my energy expenditures for a given day have concluded, and while I’m in the process of winding down. Ideally, daily feeding should occur about an hour (or two) before bedtime. During my 99 years, I have tested all conceivable feeding schedules, and intermittent fasting has produced the best results by far. It also makes the most sense scientifically because this approach forces your body to improve itself at the cellular level by cannibalizing the weakest links.

Most people in the civilized world only think they know what true hunger feels like. Unless right now you find your physical body in the year, oh, about 3000 or so—incidentally and hereby officially, after 2020 [a.k.a. “00”], I recommend starting over (at 00001 {and “as one One”}) with whatever label succeeds “AD”—if you are reading this, then you’ve never felt a real hunger for energy.

Also if you’re reading this “thing” near the time of its advent, you probably eat way too much (generally) and thus can’t imagine waiting all day to break your daily fast [i.e. eat “breakfast”], but those who possess the mental fortitude to adapt {which happens quickly} will be rewarded with more time as well as increased emotional stability, physical energy, mental clarity—wall-to-wall improvements in the overall health of your mixed-up species.

Sleep/Regeneration

After extensive testing of our mental, emotional, and physical requirements to sleep/rest regularly, I’ve concluded rather easily that 56 hours per week {or eight hours per day} is optimal.

Vital note: the body needs rest; the mind needs sleep.

I sat in on freshman-level psychology lecture a few years ago at a major university in the Southeastern U.S. during which the professor stated, “Sleep debts must be paid.” He was right. If I sleep only 3 hours on a given night, then I’ve got 5 hours to make up over the course of the next few days (lest I sacrifice maximum efficiency of bodily function).

Earth’s unique circadian rhythm, Her 24-hour (biological) clock, is an enormous factor in the equation that makes life possible. We must abide.

“God” [as you (think {you believe} you) know Him him it] must “die” because he is dead. The truth is better than anyone [besides me, evidently] could have ever imagined before. “Her” deserves capitalization. She’s earned it. She will continue earning. Earth is the Mother we all share. She demands respect; our foe obliges. Humanity must start.

Do you feel it yet? Can you sense the urgency? The mind is unlocking.

Humans evolved to rise [wake up] and fall [go to sleep] with (sun)light. Poor Richard knew through Ben Franklin: “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.”

G/B are the ones who thrive in darkness, not us.

Work/Occupation

Meaningful occupation constitutes a critical component of mental health—around 40 hours per week seems to be the sweet spot. We need to feel a sense of belonging, importance, vitality. Our work has to matter. All jobs should come with a rewarding sense of fulfillment and progression. As a fractured whole, humans have it all wrong [2019]. You must embrace change because it will always come regardless of your thoughts/feelings. Change equals time. Time moves forward, progresses, evolves.

Oh, by the way, I include physical fitness as a part of this subheading because if you’re doing it right, it’s hard work. A physically fit body can only improve your quality of life. An approximately 25/75 split feels balanced to me. In other words, factor exercise into your weekly workload. I’ll do the math for you (if applicable): spend about 30 hours working and 10 hours building muscular endurance.

Expect (e/p/m) fluctuations. Last week, let’s assume that I “worked” 38 hours and logged only 2 hours of exercise/fitness. Next week I’ll probably devote 10 more hours to upgrading my body because it’s a major aspect of successful life that has been neglected recently. This is normal. It’s just one example of how two consecutive weeks of imbalance can fuse in glorious harmony when we think back then plan ahead before acting accordingly.

One of my favorite older southern human males from yesteryear [after returning from a barber shop with a style that did not go as planned] once quipped with his signature smirk, “Know the difference between a bad haircut and a good one?” Allowing no time for a {correct} reply, he proudly unveiled the punchline: “Two weeks.” I can’t remember how many times I heard him tell that joke. Three, probably. And now that I think of it, I suppose it’s plausible that he repeatedly chose a mistake-prone barber in order to create opportunities to relive the moment.

Here’s the long and short of it. If you carry weight, then you matter, which means that you must have a job to do. We ALL must work for our existence. When people feel like they’re pulling their own weight and contributing to the whole, they have a lot more fun while doing whatever a freely human heart may desire, instilling deeper appreciation for the personal time [of which there’s nearly double what’s required in terms of workload] available for a wonderful range of activities that promote/cultivate/energize [among other words] individual development and artistic expression. Once human civilization reorganizes itself—assumedly as the {cerebral} dust begins settling in the wildly disconcerting aftermath of THE terrifically enlightening period we must choose to initiate [for many reasons which still elude my awareness, apparently]—the stage will be set for an era of previously impossible oneness. Our global unification promises a future of immeasurable happiness if only we can survive the approaching onslaught{s}. In all likelihood, these facts (probably) aren’t as bad/good as they may sound.

Recreation/Leisure

Considering the aforementioned sleep and work requirements of maximally sustainable existence, that leaves us with about 72 hours per week to do whatever makes us happy. Slightly inaccurate, psychologically beneficial rule of thumb: work 1 hour, play 2. This designates the space where mental and emotional fitness are cultivated and maintained.

Work. Physical. Physics. Fitness. Strength.

Play. Enjoy. Gain emotional depth. Exercise your brain. Grow. Build.

Mix. Match. Bleed. Improve. Tear. Heal.

({English} words have proven tremendously useful.)

Procreation

Let’s establish a certain fact forthwith: I know that you need to leave behind a lasting legacy; that’s why sometimes you just can’t fucking help yourself.

Now we may venture into the large realm of the somewhat speculative because since reaching physical maturity around 1950, I have not been presented with many opportunities to fornicate. In more specific fact, since my self-imposed banishment began 40 years ago, I’m averaging about 3.636363636363 unique encounters per decade.

Seemingly, a bit of backstory is in order, because here it comes. I was inadvertently raised to be terrified of mating. The only known instances of galacian DNA {in the form of rebellious belanoc} successfully fertilizing a human female eventually delivered a fatal tax to the ill-equipped would-be mother of a specially crossbred snowflake. In case you haven’t noticed, history tends to repeat itself; knowing this, we can very reasonably reach the confident conclusion that mere months into any of my hypothetically purely human-partnered offspring’s pre-development cycles, the mother’s major organs will shut down as the demanding bud in her womb drains more and more of her essence. For this reason, I’ve always taken exceedingly extreme precautions to prevent the possible administration of an assumed death sentence to any human female willing to open her juicy flower to my brief invasion. As far as I know, I’ve never killed a girl as a result of entering her.

For whatever it’s worth at the time, I have also never felt the slightest tinge of curiosity about homosexual behavior{s}. Why is this {ir}relevant?

Incidentally, we need to chill the hell out about sex. Arguably, it’s the most natural act that can occur between two organisms. It’s also an essential component of existential continuity. Life must procreate in order to evolve and (ultimately have the chance to truly) awaken.

Humans must learn [train themselves] to stop being emotional about mating. It’s one of only eight legitimate needs the species can claim. Marriage, as it is now, should not be “the norm” until its meaning can be redefined and accepted. As a life partnership, a “marriage” can work so long as each person permits the other to “explore” from time to time, and neither experiences the first hint of jealousy.

There is a certain type of passion, for lack of a better word, that evaporates as comfort and familiarity solidify. In other words, within the dysfunctional framework of human society, I’m inclined to believe that you can only participate in hot, steamy, thoroughly satisfying encounters with people you don’t know inside and out, particularly at the level of carnal knowledge. Of course marriages usually fail.

As a civilization, we need to abandon the concept of sexual ownership. This will require an elevated headspace along with rather extreme philosophical adjustments and cultural shifts, but ultimately, it’s the way to be, i.e. it’s natural. Stimulation and excitement {including arousal} comes along with exploring any new territory. Stop letting a biological need encoded in DNA cause so much needless heartache. Your body tells you when to mate by expressing physiological changes in your reproductive organs. I’m pretty sure that human intelligence, coupled with intense emotional range, can be blamed for over-complicating this matter.

Overall, we need to relax our views on (as well as our adherence to) ancient customs.

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